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The Awakening of Dragons

Chapter Ten

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by NomexGlove

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With only two days remaining, the dragons should have been sitting and talking about what was to come. And yet they found themselves splitting off comfortably into little groups, relaxing with one another, not planning, for the notion of worrying too much about something that might or might not happen was not in their minds. Absolutes, yes - they could worry about those. They could worry about the hurt they had caused another, however accidental it may have been, but the claws and hooks of worry where it was borne from stress no longer seemed to have as much of an effect on them. It could sink its teeth in, if it was particularly prevalent, but it was not as strong as it had been before, as humans, not for any of them.

That was something to be very glad about, but was what led to Santino and Sebastian taking themselves off to the very edge of the allowed dragon territory, at least for the moment, with the sleepy, blue glow of twilight wrapping itself around them.

They didn't plan on it, not as they settled down together in a soft hollow near a waterfall of twenty feet, the plunge pool cool and inviting, their muzzles held close together. They did not kiss, but they allowed their bodies to touch, panting softly, sharing breath from fluttering, puckering nostrils.

Sebastian whimpered, her eyes going wide, but Santino pressed in closer, winding her tail around and around hers, softly holding her close.

"It's all okay," she breathed. "Relax, I've got you. We... Just tell me how you're feeling, okay?"

But Sebastian didn't know how to put into words the fluttering in her gut, a gut that was so much larger than it had been when she'd been human. Her body ached for something and she knew, in the back of her mind, what it was, even if she had not yet experienced that as a dragon. Her tail wanted to flick back and forth, even to lift, yet there was passion held beneath the layer of instinct, a want for her to do something, both in body and in mind.

She groaned, Santino nuzzling down her neck lightly, teasing her with sensation, yet the only words that passed her lips were sweet nothings, whispered so fervently that they were lost in the space between them, what little there was. The roll and light twist of her partner's body against hers made her heart pound harder than it should have against the tentative barrier of her ribcage, though her body wanted to push back in strange ways too. Not everything, of course, could be transferred over from a human body to a dragon one and her mind wanted things that her body could not accommodate.

Santino's eyes shone with love as they met, nuzzling in, sharing a soft kiss, tongues twining, something that they had decided they wanted to keep alive between them, from their previous relationship. And now they had a new one.

"May I?" She asked, wanting permission, despite the need in her own body. "I won't do anything you don't want... I don't know how this body works, in that way, either. But I want to try, with you... We can learn together."

Sebastian whimpered and nodded, her throat tight with emotion, heart hammering, lungs shuddering within the cavern of her chest. She didn't trust herself to speak, but she did allow Santino to wriggle up against her, writhing lightly and laughing, bringing an edge of humour to something that could have been awkward, for them not knowing how to work with a female body.

But everything was all right, as long as they were together. They didn't need to worry about anything more than that, not ever, not as Santino laid on her back, pulling Sebastian over her, so that the slit below her tail hole was on show. Curiously, she stroked around it with a claw, not flexible enough to inspect that part of her own body that intimately, and wondered just how things would have gone if Sebastian had ended up male, like Darius, and not female. But that was not something she wanted to think about too much, the scent of her lover's slit enticing her, drawing her in.

She groaned softly, playing her tongue around the edges of it, getting a feel for what was going on, though instinct helped a little, her tongue seeming to know some of the motions, already, that it could make, all in the nature of getting her partner excited for her. Sweet nectar flowed from the dragoness' slit, separate from where she relieved waste from her body. That wasn't going to worry her, however, as long as Sebastian was comfortable with everything. Strangely enough, Santino's comfort was not at all on her mind.

She did not mind, not as Sebastian trembled against her, rocking her hips a tiny amount, trying to work out how to move, what she could do. But they had time, and plenty of it too, Santino's tongue, slowing and gently, teasing its way inside her, seeing just what her slit held. Her own had never been investigated like that and the warm heat of the dragoness sucked her in, a needy growl bursting from Santino's lips as she could not help but press up against Sebastian even more eagerly than before.

"Oh!"

Sebastian cried out, rolling her hindquarters, wings flapping.

What they did not see, however, as Sebastian moaned and whimpered, was the flow of nature around them. More so that the simple, targeted growing and healing that came with the flow of Santino's well-practised life breath, nature spread around them, flourishing, growing. The grass and moss of the hollow thickened, dotted with tiny flowers, the trees growing stronger, branches reaching higher, stretching out as if to put protective arms over the heads of the dragonesses themselves. Even the water gushed, flowing freely, disappearing into a white foam in the plunge pool at the bottom of the small falls.

The dragons, without even knowing what they were doing, brought life to the world around them, healing it, letting it thrive. And it came in the bliss of mating, between two dragonesses, Santino growling passionately against Seb's sex, losing herself in the moment. Yet it was a kind of losing that meant that she could be found again as her own loins ached strangely, needing it all more and more, hardly knowing what she was doing. All she knew was that everything she'd yearned for was coming together in the blink of an eye, her heart soaring higher than any mountaintops that she had flown over.

She drove her tongue deeper, sweetness clinging to it, though her tongue eagerly flicked back up into her own muzzle, gulping it all down. It clung to her tongue as if it was sticky, yet it made the path of her lapping easier, deeper, curling her tongue up inside the other dragoness. She might not have known exactly where the sensitive spots in there were, but Sebastian's trembling, braced legs, splayed on either side of her head, facing back down the length of her body, told her that she was heading along the right track. Sebastian moaned again, lost for words, and Santino stifled a smirk. It was good to get her partner into that state again. She hadn't known how much she'd missed it.

Sebastian's head swirled, chasing one sensation while another rushed forward to take its place. She'd not paid too much attention to her genitalia so far and now wished that she had as fiery tingles of pleasure raced through her veins, as if she was losing her sense of self and yet finding a new way of being. Her claws sunk into the moss on either side of her lover's body, thankfully still wide enough to hold herself there easily, though that was not enough to root her in the moment.

She didn't know what to do, but, thankfully for her, she didn't have to either. Santino could guide her, teasing her body, flickering her tongue into her sex and curling it up deep inside her, testing the limits of such a tongue. Her sex pulsed and twitched around the dragoness' tongue and she caught herself pressing back more urgently, losing herself, the tightening inside her growing and growing until it could not be held back for a moment longer.

She moaned and twisted, rocking in climax, though it was not like any that she had had as a man, a twitching grip that her tail thrashing, driving into the ground, losing herself, what was left of herself. Sebastian growled passionately, twisting her head back and forth with a long snaking of her neck, though to hold the dragoness back from that devout nuance of pleasure would have been a sin indeed. Santino let her ride her muzzle out through it all, tongue curling across her slit, the sensitive spots within that had caught her attention, though the press of her claw before the dragoness' slit, close to her belly, brought a throb of pleasure that neither had expected.

Yet even orgasm could not stop Sebastian from being a good partner, a good lover, twisting and wrapping herself around and around Santino even in the throes of bliss. Being smaller and less adept at using her body, there was only so much that she could do, but Santino was amenable, giggling as she lay on her side and moved her tail out of the way.

"I'd never let you go without your own," Sebastian murmured, her tone hushed, her nose dipped in shyness. "But you'll...tell me what feels good, right?"

For she did not know how to please, but that was quite alright as they reconnected, learning the ins and outs of each other's new bodies, coming together as they had always been meant to. Santino's eyelids fluttered and she murmured as her nose dipped to the moss, the area around her body growing greening still, tendrils of breath slipping from her nostrils as if she could not contain it. It flowed and it seeped into the ground, covering everything in a spray of flowers, vines wrapping their way up trees, but not choking them, melding with their life force. Even in the fading sweetness of twilight, the moment was theirs as Sebastian explored and dipped her tongue deeper, tasting, following Santino's gentle direction.

But it was the bond of the moment that made it what it needed to be for them, Sebastian experimenting, trying, always wanting to make sure that her partner felt good too. That had been one thing about her that had always stood out to Santino, how attentive Seb was, whether that was in sex or outside it. It didn't matter to Sebastian and it mattered even less the sweet reasoning behind it as her sex closed and twitched around that delectable tongue, the heat inside her mounting increasingly.

Her breath flowed forth, though the land around her would have changed even without her playing a part there, panting, heaving, flanks shuddering and dangling vines draping from the trees when they should never have grown like that in such a climate. Nothing mattered except the power of her gift when it was fed into the land, the prickle of soft flower petals tickling her scales as she lay there. As heat mounted, she moaned aloud, losing herself in the touch of her partner, Santino pressing in urgently close, lapping, teasing, pleasing, as if nothing else existed in the world for her, other than Santino.

With the dragoness' muted roar of orgasm came her pleasure, the exuding of her breath and her power, even as her passageway tantalisingly rippled and pulled around Sebastian's eager tongue. As if with a flash of light, pink and red flowers burst, growing one larger than even Sebastian, the petals unfurling, lines of lighter pink leading to the centre, a trumpet-like fold of petals that glistened as if with the dew of the morning. She cried out and twisted her tail more tensely against Sebastian's neck, though she had everything she could have craved, moaning, wriggling in close.

If she spent the rest of her life delighting in what she had with Sebastian, all Santino could say was that she would find herself a very happy dragoness indeed. For she could get through everything with her partner at her side, flying with the tips of their wings touching, hearts soaring together, as one.

They lay there in the beauty and wonder of their mating, heads close together, sharing the closeness of their bodies. The splendour of Santino's powers lay all around them, evidencing their tryst, though only the true extent of how deeply those roots reached would be seen with the coming of dawn. For the time being, all the dragons had to do was rest.

*

"What... What is this?"

Arya blinked at the fiery stone, tilting her head one way and then the other, her stomach doing strange, fluttering things. Yet it was a warm kind of fluttering, that made her want to lean even closer into the silver dragon, the red points of his claws and horns appearing as if he had been dipped in fresh blood, always glistening, always wet, the essence of life itself.

Darius shifted his weight, conscious of himself, how his body moved, how even the dragoness before him was larger than him, by about a third of his own body size. His tail curled back and forth anxiously, though he would never have admitted it aloud. Regardless of how Darius grew, the dragonesses, including Arya, would always be bigger than him. It was the way of them being matriarchs of the new society, after all.

"It's...for you," he said, swallowing hard. "I know dragons don't have any need for these...but I wanted to give you something. I wanted to make something. I made it with my...the fire...the flame breath... Oh..."

He couldn't get the words out that he wanted to, though Arya met his wandering eyes with her own, her antlers lightly tilted as if, in some way, she was amused by him. When he'd asked her to meet her a little away from their usual evening resting place, she had not thought anything of it, the clearing a sort of plateau in the side of the hill, lush and green, a soft place in which to lie. The ground was mostly flat there, enough for them to move around on without slipping down to the steeper slope of the tree-lined hill, but there were still rocks and crags jutting out in places, denoting the rougher landscape.

"I think it's beautiful," she breathed, putting the drake out of his misery, head picking up as he perked up. "It's... I can't believe someone would make something like that for me."

Yet they would come to understand that the ways of dragon courtship were not as thoughtful, in the sense of overthinking, as human beings, rendering them simpler, sweeter, able to enjoy themselves more without worrying about things that may or may not happen. She crooned softly, urged to press her muzzle alongside the side of the drake's, her body rubbing up against his as they stood facing the same direction, as close as they could be.

He shivered, though could not hold back a deep, guttural croon, a sound that neither of them had ever heard before, something warming him through, pushing up from so very deep inside. It had to come and the urge was there, the push and insistence of attraction that he had not paid as close attention to as he could have, at least before.

Arya crooned, matching his tone, her eyes shining brightly, though they didn't have words to capture their emotions, the closeness, what had been tentatively building between them. It was not a one-night stand but something far more potent than that, drawing them together, not as humans but as mates, something that would transcend any relationship that they had known so far.

Her nose touched his, briefly sharing breath, the dragons moving around one another, circling, noses touching tails, bodies aching with soft readiness.

The slit of a male dragon was slightly raised between their hind legs, differing from the females, now that they had the chance to see and compare the two. His shaft needed no encouragement to slip free, firm and ready as it pushed from his slit, his testis internally held, for they had never been shown. Darius grunted, shivering as his length was revealed for more than expelling waste from his body, tail swinging back and forth softly while the dragoness' scent overwhelmed him.

But he wanted to be taken, he wanted to be overwhelmed, he wanted to feel everything she wanted him to, the dragoness investigating him with a flicker of her tongue, though the concept of oral pleasure was not in her mind at that time. She laid on her right side for him, inviting his closeness, heart pounding, though she knew what she was doing was right. How could it ever not be with her heart thrumming as it was, that croon warbling softly through her?

On her side, she kept her tail pushed back, away from her body, her hind legs together, but stretched out before her, so that her tail and legs lay in opposite directions from one another, exposing the slit of her sex. Darius trembled, awaiting permission, though mounting her like that seemed crude, hesitant even as Arya nodded and smiled. The dragoness crooned.

"Come here, Darius... I want you."

He met her smile with his own, jaws parting with a rumbling growl, a welcoming mating cry, the drake slipping over her as if he was afraid to hurt her, though she was larger than him. Her tail moved a little more to the side, freeing the space completely for his shaft, though they could have mated on all fours too, with him pushing over her back, if they had liked, despite the size difference. The position, however, was better for her as it allowed her to watch him with smoky, half-lidded eyes, smoke curling from her nostrils as if she wanted to allow her fiery breath free. The drake growled, his front feet on her scales, careful of his claws, though he could not stop the throbbing of his aching length.

Maybe in time.

His hardness pressed up over her scales and she gasped, sucking in a light breath, her tail twitching back and forth, curling around one of his limbs (she wasn't honestly sure which) almost possessively. He was not poised and he was not skilled, not as a dragon, as he thrust, finding out how his body matched with hers. The one thing was that the height of her slit was perfect for him, in such a position, but other positions could be good too, in time, if the need drove them to seek pleasure with each other again.

Darius groaned softly, his croon fading, as his shaft pressed to her softness and, slowly, sank inside. There was no rush to his thrusts, but there was a rhythm, instinct dictating to him just how he was to move, even when his mind was all clamouring to work out what was what, where he was to go next. Yet there was none of that necessary as he pressed on, thrust after thrust, spreading out her sensitive inner walls as Arya moaned and tried to press back at him. The insistent pull and push of her tail urged him on, snapping her jaws, flame flickering in the back of her throat.

"Yes..." She breathed, struggling for the words yet pushing them out anyway. "Oh...Darius... Oh, that feels..."

Yet she could not say how it felt when it was so overwhelming, overcoming her, lifting her up, thrusting her forward. Her sex clenched tightly around him and she tried to bear down even more, though it did not at all hinder the pace of his thrusts, how he claimed her and she claimed him, together.

His length speared into her with greater urgency than ever, following the rhythms of time, the patterns of all the dragons before them had gone through. Grinding in deep, he stayed deep, a shift of Darius' hips catching her unaware for a better angle, her folds twitching reflexively around him as if she yearned to pull him deeper. Yet the passage of inner muscles would do what they wanted as they mated, some parts of their bodies, as they ever would be, beyond their control.

He thrust and thrust, breath rasping from him, even as Arya twisted her head away and released a jet of flame, their cries unbidden and yet not concealed in any way. There was no reason for them to be quiet at all, not when that sort of shame over mating did not exist for dragons, though they would not disturb the rest of their dragon coven either way. Mating would be something seen more frequently amongst them as they grew to understand one another, making relationships with each other that would last a lifetime.

Friendships, love, romance, platonic bonds... They would all come together one way or another, but all that mattered to them at that time was that pleasure swept through them with every thrust, every plunge of his hardness. He plundered her as the dragoness took all she needed from him too, lashes of flame leaping from Arya's jaws as she reached the flaming high of climax. Orgasm burned through her as she snarled out her ecstasy, setting a nearby tree alight, though it was thankfully apart from the others and her flame such that it crumbled to ash in but a moment as if it had never been.

He could not stop, however, driven by need, grunting and bearing in deeply, knowing where he was, but his heart full, his body pressing in as close over her as he could get. Arya's wing lifted to touch the side of his muzzle tenderly, keeping eye contact with him as he thrust and thrust, reaching that bliss of a high with a tender grunt.

There was no need for Darius to cry out as he plunged into her, seed flowing from him, the push to breed deep within him, sated: at least for the moment. But what he was not satisfied with was the feeling of being close to her, what he had not been at liberty to enjoy so far, his first mate. The pile of ash where the tree had been before smouldered faintly, the scent of charred wood tickling at his nostrils, pulling him even closer to her as he pushed in as hard and as deeply as he could.

It was where he needed to be, letting the moment wash over him, mating with her, Arya crooning to him, whispering to him, though Darius would have to ask her to repeat her words later. That would come, yes, another time, but the moment of tender warmth was too much, panting lightly, his flanks shuddering for that ever-elusive breath.

There, they rested, his length softening inside her, slowly retreating, her slit marked with his seed, though the dragoness, in her own way, had left her mark on him too.

Leaning back with her long neck, she brushed her muzzle softly with his, a spark in her eyes.

"I think we should try that again sometime, Darius..."

The drake gulped, his grin shaky. But he would be more than happy to meet every need of the dragoness' going forward, the best that he could.

For that was what one did when they had found a mate.

*

While the dragonesses, and dragon, enjoyed one another, bringing new life to the land in another way, Alan sat with her latest discovery, a quiet Brent at her side. Anniyah had known about it too and taken the information back to Jenson, another that was considered a matriarch of them, though the hierarchy between them was loose at best.

"This makes sense..." Alan muttered. "Though I don't understand why. Brent, why do you think that the transformation effects would cut off when our eggs hatch? Would they come back again?"

Brent tilted her head. Her thoughts were calmer around Alan. Did the dragoness know what a calming effect she had on others?

"Perhaps there is no need for dragons to transform then, if breeding is taking place, technically," she suggested, though things like that had never been her strong point, even if she had been going to university on a sports scholarship. "The transformations keep the dragon population under control, above a certain level. Like we had to keep a certain number of players on our team, even if they were benched."

Alan grinned.

"I've never heard an analogy like that before but it works! And look - look at how healthy the land around us is now! We're not just looking at spring, but this is the effect of our being here, perhaps the start of our wider purpose. And, in a way, all of this has come about without us doing anything at all."

That could be so, though Brent could very easily see that the grass where the dragons had been living was brighter and richer, as if it had more goodness in it than any other grass. The trees were stronger too and even those that had had jagged slashes and scars in their bark now stood tall and proud, as if they were daring the land around them to try to fell them. If she knew anything about trees, she would have said that some of the ones around their favourite clearing had looked like they would topple down at the faintest provocation of wind, but now appeared strong, branches laden with leaves, a home for a multitude of wildlife.

It was more than that too, invasive species had retreated, allowing native ones to blossom and flourish, the bushes thicker, the flowers more prominent and even insect life more buzzing. It could have been just spring, if the region had looked like that before, but even a mountainous area that was well-known for being harsh and rugged had proven that life could thrive and flourish there, with the presence of the dragons.

Alan watched it all, recorded it all, yet even if they did not note everything, the dragons wound together, chirping and calling, exulting in the change to the landscape. They saw it flourishing and allowed the gladness in their hearts to seep through, circling their nesting grounds, their trumpeting cries and calls filling the air.

Alan smiled, her nose tilted to the bright spring sky, clear blue with a scattering of wispy clouds. For a moment, she allowed herself to hope that everything would be okay, that the meeting, only the next day, would render them in the next stage of their lives as dragoness, gladness held there.

She hoped.

But Alan was not convinced.